The Suvan Expedition: Departure

[Verilian]

The Suvan Expedition Departure Timestamp: 15th Day of Winter, 511 AV Location: The Southern Trade Post and the Wilderness The weather in Ravok was always warm and pleasant. Even in the middle of winter one could walk about in summer clothes in relative comfort. It was easy to forget how harsh the world could be when one lived in the divinely protected city. The Southern Trade Post was in sharp contrast bitter cold. The first snow had not yet fallen, but it would soon, and those gathered outside were all bundled for warmth. On that particular day in history, the Suvan Expedition would officially begin. All those gathered were to masquerade as merchants from the city of Nyka, on their way to Karjin for trade and diplomacy. Each person was given papers and supplied individual backgrounds that they were required to memorize for the journey, should they be stopped by any Syliran Knights. In total they had three wagons, and thirty members, most of which were laborers. Among the laborers was Vivus. Born of slave stock, but elevated to citizenry, Vivus often prayed to Rhysol for opportunity. When he heard of the expedition, Vivus knew that his prayers had been answered. There were four guards and two members of the Ebonstryfe to protect the caravan on its expedition. All of them were warriors, wielding weapons and wearing armor. All of them save for one. Clyde Sullins, the least threatening by appearance, was also perhaps the most lethal of all the guards. Born of Syliras but a Ravokian at heart, the young student from the Institute had offered his services from the very beginning. His reasons were his own, but surely the money had something to do with it. Beyond that there were the architects and engineers, the people who would actually plan out how the structure would be built once they arrived and were able to survey the area. Chreinn was one such architect, a young man looking to make a name for himself. Success in this venture would surely be the push he needed to kick off his career. There were also two medics, one your average doctor that you would expect, and another much more unusual individual. The Nuit's name was Elianos, and while some might question the motives of the Nuit, he had nonetheless offered his services and was not rejected. All these people and more were along for the expedition. Though they came from many walks of life, to complete their mission and link Ravok to the nations of the Suvan Sea, they would have to learn to trust one another, and work together to survive. "Alright everyone," called out Simian Nitrozian, the merchant who would be heading the expedition, "We are just waiting on a few more people. Once they arrive, we'll be heading out within the bell. If you forgot anything, you better speak up now because once we leave we won't be coming back until we are done." Simian, who was standing upon the seat of one of the wagons, stepped down as another man moved up behind him. Though his name was known by few in the expedition at that time, all of them recognized his robes of black, and the black sun emblazoned upon his chest. The man was just a lesser priest, an agent of the Black Sun bearing only the first mark of the Defiler, but he still commanded the respect of all those present. "My fellow Ravokians! Today we leave the safety and protection of our lord's city, and embark on a holy mission! We may only be building a simple outpost for trade, but this outpost will bring wealth and power to Ravok, and to allow us to spread the glory and word of Rhysol across all the Suvan!" A cheer went up from many in the caravan, bringing a smile to the agent's lips, and after a moment he raised his hand to call for silence. When all the cheering stopped he continued. "Remember now, before we embark, why you came or chose never to leave Ravok. Within His city we are protected from the dangers of the world. We are protected from the cold you now feel. We are spared his chaos that he uses to punish the unfaithful! On this journey you will experience many hardships, but never forget what it is for, and never forget that Ravok awaits your return!" Another cheer went up, and after that died down the agent had one last thing to say. "Let us now pray for Rhysol's blessing on this journey, that we may better spread his glory."

Important Information Okay first of all, anyone participating in this thread needs to know that you are semi-timelocked. What I mean by this is, anything you post timestamped after the 15th of winter needs to coincide with the journey. For instance, if we are in the wilds, then obviously you can't make a thread in the city. You are free to make threads outside of this one, however, just be sure that it makes sense. Mention the fact that you are traveling with the caravan. If you want to go hunting or something, that's perfectly fine, but you are hunting for the caravan. If you want to do anything else, always make sure that it is in or near the caravan. If you venture too far, you might get left behind and booted from the quest, at least until you catch up. I want this quest to go smoothly, so I will be posting once a week at minimum. If you can't meet that timeframe its okay, I will skip over you for that post and find a way to make it work. Stuff for this thread specifically. You have been given an advance of 100gm to buy additional supplies for the trip. Your first post should include the purchasing of these supplies. You are going to be provided with a tent, a winter blanket, and enough trail rations and water to make the trip, but anything else you want you'll need to supply yourself. Please list everything that you are bringing in an OOC at the end of your post. If you don't list it now, you won't have it for the trip. Your Pay: The quest will be broken up over multiple threads. To get paid for the days in a thread you must participate in that thread until the end. If you drop out or miss a thread, you won't get paid for that segment of the trip. Participation = Pay. The IC sign up thread is closed, but you can still PM me to sign up. Any interest feel free to PM me and you will be worked in. If you have any questions, please PM me early on. This is a big quest with a lot of details I might have missed. Asking early will help us all. Thanks, and happy threading. ~V

[Clyde Sullins]

Today was the day Clyde had been preparing for, the day he left on the expedition... For him it was a bit of an odd job, being a guard, which was not usually something that fell under a magic user. But he could prove invaluable with his rare skills, especially if they were unfortunate enough to run into any magic of any sort. Without a magic user, they would have little chance of contending with it should they run across it. Clyde listened to Simian Nitrozian, as he spoke to the group. He should hope no one had forgotten anything, it would be pretty bad of an omen if someone did. He himself was more than ready, and had been prepared for days in advance. He smiled to himself, looking down at his new dog, with its short black fur, and red eyes. It was a Bozderon Shadow Dog, something quite at home in Ravok. Its eyes were a bit creepy, but would be great for alerting him to danger as they saw clearly in the pitch dark even. It was also very good at following commands, and had been taught he was its new master. He had simply said sit, and the dog had sat next to him with his head up at the ready, barely moving at all. It was named Rye, which he was pretty sure was a bread or something, but it already had it, so it was not like he could do anything about it. Next came a priest of Rhysol, who addressed the crowd, and started a prayer. Clyde bowed his head, and closed his eyes, letting the words flow through him. He was not much for prayer, as he was usually to busy, and he had never seen much purpose behind prayer... He just did not feel close enough to any God to do so. But maybe he would on this trip, who knows, he might even feel closer to Rhysol after this. Regardless, he listened to the prayer, and prepared to go, ordering his dog to "come", which he immediately did. Today was the start of a journey... Who knew were he would be physically and mentally when it was over... oocPurchases With 100 GM Startup: -80GM- Bozderon Shadow Dog/Rye(Guard Dog, Well trained for guarding and alerting to danger, loyalty, and following basic commands) -8SM- Bag of Marbles-(100 marbles) -8GM- 20 Pieces of Paper -7GM- 35 Pieces of Parchment -4GM- 2 Ink(1 oz. vials) -15cm- 3 Quills -5cm- 5 Candles Own Stuff Brought: 1 Set of Clothing: -cotton Shirt -cotton pants -high boots -leather belt -leather gloves -cotton cap -cotton robe -1 Waterskin -Backpack -1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) -Food for a week -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel -2 Ink (1 Oz. Vials) -Inscribing Paint -Book, Blank -10 simple candles -Chalk (10 Pieces) -1 Lamp, Common -1 Oil (1-Pint Flask) -1 bedroll -1 blanket, winter -1 tent, one-person -Slingshot -Slingshot Bullets(48) -Dagger -Scabbard, Dagger -Pet stick in a scroll -Toolkit, Engraver's -Family Heirloom: Oaken Staff(4'6")

[Vivus]

The day of departure. Vivus could barely contain his anticipation and excitement as he loaded the wagon he had purchased with the generous advance he had been given. No more freezing to death in a tent and a bundle of furs. No sir. He was part of something now, an expansion of the reach and will of Rhysol. He looked over his campsite and it looked particularly pitiful without the tent and its adornments. He would be sure to have something much more stable once they reached their destination. He took a moment, once he had his horse harnessed to the wagon and his supplies together, to stand at the edge of the lake.

Looking at the great floating city on the horizon, he knelt on the rocky beach. He had found himself on his knees many times prior, usually to ask for fish to find his hook or the lake winds to blow elsewhere overnight. In other places, these wishes would be little more than that. However, in the presence of a God and his holy waters, his prayers found root. Now he prayed for Rhysol's glory and that his trip would be successful and bountiful. He knew the majority of the expedition would return to Ravok. He would not. Climbing into the wagon, he led the horse away from his humble homestead to the Outpost.

The expedition was lining up in preparation for departure, Vivus bringing his own wagon into line with the others. Papers were given to him that gave him an identity for crossing near Syliras. He nodded and tucked them away, listening as Simian Nitrozian spoke. Shortly thereafter, a Priest of Rhysol spoke. His words echoed through Vivus' heart, bringing his voice to a cheer in chorus with the others. The Priest's next words brought a smile to his face. He knew that many who lived within Ravok's walls knew a life of pleasure and not one of hardship. He knew that his life outside of its walls had nothing to do with his faith. Rhysol wanted him to be strong and hardy, to survive this expedition and prosper at its destination. He bowed his head in silent prayer.

OOC

Advance Purchases

Wagon 35 gm
Shortspear X 5 10gm
Fur Hood 1 gm
Fur cloak 25 gm
Woodsman's Axe 4 gm
Shovel 2 gm
Hammer 5 sm
250 ft hemp rope 5 gm
Crowbar 2 gm
20 lbs common furs/hides 5 gm
Chest 2 gm
Blanket and Hood, Horse, Medium 4 gm
Bit and Bridle 2 gm
Cart harness 2 gm

Total 99 gm, 5 sm

Personal Items

1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included)
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel

1 large tent (4 person), large tarp, 100 ft of rope, flint & steel, lantern, 2 torches, bedroll, blanket, fishing tackle & hooks, a Zavian horse, a full set of tack, and a large set of saddlebags.

Hunter/Trapper's Kit
Longspear
Breath Bag
Fins

53 gm, 5 sm on hand

[Verilian]

OOCOkay.. I think I have waited long enough. I'm gonna get this thing underway. I'll continue recruiting to replace those who have seemingly dropped out. And so.. the expedition was underway. At first the going was slow, as it took people some time to get used to how a caravan worked. The wagons had to get in place, the drivers had to go slow enough for those on foot to keep pace. The guards were apart from the bulk of the caravan, monitoring the surroundings for any threat or danger. Despite slow beginnings they made good time that first day, and the night was spent by the warmth of the campfire. While everyone slept the hunters went out to gather food, knowing that it was best to save the reserves for when they were needed most, and so fresh game would be served the following day. The second day it began to snow, tiny white flakes that melted moments after they touched the ground. It made things wet, the ground soggy and frosty, and it was hard to keep one's clothes dry. Around midday the sun finally came out to dry things off, and by evening the ground was dry once more. That night the caravan ate fresh rabbit stew, as well as some other meats from the various critters that stalked the forest at night. The hunters had done well, and the stew warmed from the core. Again, it was a peaceful night, and people were beginning to grow comfortable with one another. Day three passed in much the same way, light snow in the morning and warming sun in the afternoon. It was also the first day they ran into trouble... Timestamp: 18th Day of Winter, 511 AV In the bells just before sunset.. Things had been going smooth and easy for the past couple of days. Of course their luck had to run out. It started as they were crossing a particularly rocky expanse of terrain. The wagons were bouncing along when all of the sudden there was a loud crack from the one in the front, followed by a series of cursing from Simian. The caravan was called to a hault as the Nitrozian stopped to inspect the damage. "Petch it all, the wheel has broken!" The angry merchant turned away from the wagon and sought out the first group of laborers he could find. Vivus was among them, himself and three men he happened to be nearby. "You lot! Go to the wagon in back and grab one of the spare wheels, then change that out!" Simian turned away, leaving the workers to their work, and stormed back to his wagon to converse with the Agent. After a moment he stood on the wagon and made an announcement to the caravan. "We are going to go ahead and set up camp here! So go ahead and get comfortable!" It wasn't much of an announcement, but it set everyone into action as they began setting up camp and preparing for the night. Vivus would be one of the last to set up, since he was tasked with fixing the wagon. For Clyde it meant he and the rest of the guard would need to scout the immediate surroundings to make sure all was safe before the hunters headed out to collect food for the following day. Everyone sprung into action, just as the two days before, and it seemed that aside from fixing the wagon the night would be normal enough. VivusFeel free to assume that whatever tools are needed to change out a wagon wheel are there with the wheel. You can name the three NPCs if you like. All three are male and human. And don't worry, something more interesting will happen later. ClydeFeel free to describe the surroundings yourself. Your patrol will be uneventful. No danger.. for now. >.>

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde has been walking along, the general noise of the caravan surrounding him. So far nothing much had happened, the journey has been uneventful. Rye was next to him, walking at a steady pace... But as Clyde knew, it was best to not become lax and take safety for granted... When you were the most off guard, it was when you were the most likely to be attacked or to have some kind of trouble. He jumped a bit at hearing the crack of the wheel breaking, and Rye also darted around to face the sudden sound... But it was only a wheel breaking, as Simian soon said, along with some cursing. Soon there was a flurry of activity as some laborers moved to grab supplies, and work on replacing the wheel. In the meantime, everyone else stopped moving, and then set into motion again setting up camp and there tents. Clyde and the other guards split of into different directions, moving to look around the camp and check the surroundings. Calling for Rye to follow, he went off on the rocky terrain, checking what he might see. For the most it was pretty clear, rocks, a few dips in the terrain, a couple of holes which was probably the burrow of some ground animal... Pretty much normal stuff, along with a single gangly tree standing up which was bare of all foliage. He looked over to see if Rye had noticed anything, but he was not growling or barking or doing any of the signs which would show he had seen danger, so Clyde was not to worried. Rye's senses were a lot keener than his, and he would surely notice danger long before him. Not seeing anything, Clyde was about to turn back, and head back to camp.

[Elianos]

Elianos travelled light as he always does. There was no love for nuits in the world and if people knew of why he actually took up his practice of medicine and how he used it together with his knowledge of animation to further his goals, lack of love would be the least of his worries. Elianos kept himself as close to those with the weapons as possible at the gathering because as reliable as his armored robe was, he was still a very vulnerable person? Nothing more than a walking corpse. To someone like him who has lived so long that speech of protection and hardships was nothing more than a reminder of the story of his life. The last part he thought was rather funny because he thought "Heh...I wonder why would someone like that await the return of someone like me" especially with his stance on the gods. They were not too important to him though. When this journey was done maybe he would fine a nice way to settle down in Ravok and focus on working towards his goals. The money would help but gaining a reputation and contacts would be a lot more better.

The journey was rather uneventful which Elianos liked a lot because he would rather get through this expedition without ever needing his skills because that would imply something has gone wrong. Even with the guards posted so far away he could rest easy knowing that they would be alerted long before anything got to him. He knew he was different from everyone else that he did not need the same things as them. When they ate, Elianos passed on the stew but stayed with the people just to observe their normal behavior. As time goes he gets more used to them then he would be able to tell if there was anything wrong with their health and even he did not need to at least it would help him better learn how the body functioned. At night, as a nuit that needed no sleep he spent the time studying the book he bought for the expedition to prepare himself in times of emergency especially with those dangerous animals and those localized remedies that he would be able to use. He would not have any time to search through it when he needed to act and that would make people doubt the reason of why he was here. There was already another doctor, to Elianos a competitor of sorts.

Following the announcement, Elianos went on ahead with the rest of the caravan turning back to catch a glimpse of the wagon which was delaying them sighing with a comment that "it is the body that is the most reliable." At camp Elianos got to setting up his tent, mounting up the frame as close to the center as he would be allowed to while thinking how useless it was for him to do it. It was not as if he needed to sleep but he needed to keep up the image that he was human at least to the other people. They would not be comfortable at all with one of the undead being tasked with making sure that are not-dead. Elianos finally pulled the tarp over, fastening it to the ground and then he was done. After keeping his belongings inside he started walking around the camp, at least until it was meal time for them.

The stuff :

The hundred gm

• Book on Suvan ecology (specifically poisonous animals and herbal remedies, you get the idea)
  50 gm from Black Tar's Alchemical Services as an average book.
• Merchant's scales, 2gm
• Hourglass, 25gm
• Measuring glass, 2gm (taken as glass)
• 10 pieces of chalk, 1 sm
• 9 pints of oil, 9sm
• Hooded lantern, 7gm

Balance 13gm

Personal

• Starting package items
• The two kits
• Robe

[Vivus]

The expedition was beyond the point of return now, moving forward through the generally untamed wilds as they pushed their way toward the Suvan. Vivus was walking alongside his cart, allowing one of the other laborers to drive, his advice nearby should the lad get jostled or unnerved by the experience. He was taking the time to keep an eye out for kindling or stray logs that could be salvaged for firewood. It kept him from spending an extra hour every day doing just that at camp. He had two other laborers scouring both sides of the road to help him. Most of them were completely unskilled, hoping their mere brawn would glean them the pay they sought.

Vivus knew that once construction got underway at the new outpost, someone would inevitably have to lead the work crews. Best to get them under his belt earlier than later. He might even have been picked by the oth--CRACK--.

The caravan came to a halt. It looked, from where Vivus was standing, that one of the wheels on the lead wagon had broken. He looked over to the other men gathering wood, as well as the one he was letting drive his cart. He waved him down and the others over to him. Nitrozian was already huffing and puffing as he came down the line, his orders clear to the lot of them. Vivus took the moment in the merchant's earshot to delegate authority. "Okay, you go get a replacement, you get the wagon grease and a jack. You, help me remove the harnesses." Whether or not the authorities noticed, the laborers surely did, a look of confusion on their faces. They only looked, however, their duties given.

Vivus knelt down at the wheel, its splintered spokes radiating out from what appeared to be a worn iron tire. The others were returning as he and the one who had remained were leading the horses over to where the others were. A bald, stout rock of a man looked him squarely in the eye, putting the new wheel against the wagon. "Exactly who made you the leader, anyway?" It was a valid question.

"I did, as a matter of fact. Unless any of you know how to change a wagon wheel." He waited and looked the three men over. Knowledge saved the day. "Alright then, if there are no more problems, get that jack secured under the axle, latch it and tie it off. The men did so, the box creaking a bit as the wheel lifted off of the ground. Unscrewing the hub, he placed it on the edge of the box, slowly pulling the old wheel off and handing it back to the staring one. "Now take that back to where you got this one. Maybe we can get it fixed or use it for something. We definitely want to keep the iron." Begrudgingly, the man limped off with the old wheel.

Waiting for the man to return, he showed them how to apply the grease to the wheel's innards. The grease was a foul smelling combination of pine resin, tar and lard, applied with the hands. Not his hands, of course, as there were eager students to do so. Once they fit the wheel back on, the light was already beginning to slip. The hub was refit and the jack released. "Alright men, let's haul all this kindling off." he let them all get an arm load and begin trudging to the camp site before he approached Nitrozian.

"Sir, the new wheel is attached and the horses are being watered. I sent the men to gather wood for the camps. Anything else?"

[Verilian]

If Simian noticed the way Vivus had taken the lead, he didn't show it. In fact, the Nitrozian paid very little attention to the workers at all while they changed out the wheel. But Simian was a Nitrozian, and the Nitrozian's hadn't gotten to where they were by ignoring people. He could recognize potential when he saw it, and of the four laborers only one showed any real potential beyond heavy lifting. When Vivus approached and informed Simian that the job was done, Simian nodded in approval and offered his hand to shake. "No, no. That's all for now. Good job though. And keep up the good work... What was your name again?" Simian waited until Vivus answered before continuing, "Ah, right. Well good work, Vivus. Go and get some something to eat, I believe the hunters have deer for us tonight. Then get some rest. We'll be setting out bright and early just like usual in the morning." After Elianos set up his tent and found a place to sit among the others he was soon joined by the second doctor. Elianos saw him as competition but the doctor, Julian was his name, saw Elianos as a curious colleague. The man, a normal looking guy in his early thirties, took a seat next to the Nuit and began slowly eating from his bowl of deer stew. It was stew almost every night, because stew was easy to cook and spread the resources around. Julian offered the bowl to Elianos after a bit, seeing that he didn't have one of his own, but when the Nuit declined it only made the doctor chuckle. After a few more spoonfuls he finally decided to speak up. "So.. Elianos, right? How long do you think you can keep this up? I mean.. eventually somebody is going to notice that you don't eat, drink, or sleep. And you do look a bit worse for wear, no offense intended." Julian laughed and patted Elianos on the back. "What? I'm a doctor. You don't think I can recognize a dead man when I see one? Don't worry though, your secret is safe with me. I find the whole idea of Nuit to be a fascinating topic really." Clyde was just about to head back and report the all clear when Rye stopped dead in his tracks, raising his head suddenly and perking his ears. The dog sniffed the air for a moment and then turned and ran off in the opposite direction of the camp, disappearing over a small rocky hill. By the time Clyde managed to catch up to the dog Rye had already stopped. On the ground next to the dog was a man, covered in scratches and deep, bloody gashes. Clyde had likely never seen anything like it, and he knew there was no way Rye could have inflicted such wounds so the dog was not to blame. About the area Clyde could see the signs of more conflict, blood spots and even some partially devoured body parts lying about. As for the man Rye had found, Clyde surely thought him dead. Until the man moaned. He was alive, though Clyde could not believe how. He wouldn't be for long though, not without help. OOCSo.. you guys have fun with that. The man won't speak for now, just moan and groan and probably pass out. But if Clyde doesn't get him to the medics quickly he will die. Oh, and you don't recognize him as anyone from the caravan, either.

[Clyde Sullins]

He was about to head back, reporting a quiet search, and nothing to report... Was about to, and he would have been able to maybe get a bite to eat, or even sit for a few minutes. But no, he was not that lucky, things could not be so simple the whole journey... Just as he was turning on the spot, when Rye stopped short. Both of his ears out he seemed to have noticed something, something Clyde could not sense with his weak human senses. And then he was running off, in the opposite direction of everyone else, obviously having found something. Clyde had not choice but to follow, a whispered "petch" said under his breath to curse his luck that he was the one to find something. Running along he followed in the direction Rye had gone, over a hill, arriving a bit out of breath, and a small stitch aching in his side... At first he did not notice anything, was not paying attention, and then he looked down at Rye, to see a man lying there. He was covered in scratches, gashes, and was oozing blood from his fresh wounds. Clyde quickly looked around for an imminent threat, and there were signs of struggle, blood... And was that a finger bone with a bit of flesh still on it, with teeth marks? Over there was what appeared to be a bloody foot, though it was a bit hard to tell from what, the flesh stopped at the ankle, and the rest of the bone sticking out had clearing been snapped clean through at the end... But he did not see anything else... Was the threat gone, having left its prey behind after attacking? Clyde was about to run back and get another guard, when the man let out a moan, making Clyde jump. He had thought he was dead, what with all of the serious wounds. He ran back to the man, looking him over, but he did not recognize him... But to be honest his memory was not the best, there was a good chance he had simply forgotten the man... He reached down and tried to pull him up, for once his height and size being a god thing, as a smaller person could not have lifted him. He got one arm over his shoulders, and tried to start walking him back, but the man did not seem to be much help, and he almost had to carry him as little more than dead weight. As he got to the top of the hill, and started down, he came into sight of the camp once more, a bit off, and shouted out for help. "Help! I need a doctor! Wounded man over here!" Just as he did this though he seemed to get even heavier, and slumped as dead weight, as he had apparently passed out... He still tried to carry him along, but would need some help to get him the rest of the way. Hopefully someone from the camp had heard him, and would be there to help in a moment, as Clyde stood trying to bring the man to camp, his blood soaking into his Clyde outer clothes.

[Elianos]

The men always just talked about the same normal, ordinary topics like how they were going to benefit from the expedition by getting the money or serving Rhysol. Something that Elianos always thought to himself but after a few days, it was becoming rather tiresome to listen to the same things being repeated. An unwanted but totally expected change came from the other doctor presenting his findings about the nuit's condition. Elianos did not think that he would be discovered this fast but it allowed him to smile just knowing that among all these people there was someone smart enough "in our field" who was also actively working "to notice the small things like this is always good since prevention is better than cure wouldn't you say doctor? I just hope that what I have been doing is enough for everyone else" even when it failed on Julian.

Even before joining the ranks of the undead, Elianos found the idea of nuits fascinating as well though the reasons of becoming one was more out of necessity. Now that his initial goal has been accomplished, the very long period that Elianos has continue on has allowed him to admit that "I've come to learn that death is not really a condition that we can cure just like that no matter how capable we are or what methods we employ..." Before he could continue on explaining anymore the cry for a doctor could be heard from far away. "It looks like we need to get to work doctor. I am sure we can continue any discussion some other time as long as you can keep my secret." The offer came with a chuckle since Julian proved stronger competition with his observational skills, and good competition was always needed in an intellectual conversation since useful ideas would only come from thoughtful debate.

"Bring him here" Elianos shouted back so that the two doctors would be able to examine the man. Anyone else would normally ask about what happened when they saw the bloodied body for themselves but Elianos would rather have the victim "save your strength" while he tried to look at the wounds to ascertain it for himself. He could have asked the man who brought him that he recognized as one of the guards but then he was free from any wounds as far as Elianos could see. Anything that he could have to say would be nothing but mere conjecture. Nothing solid that Elianos could base his work on safely.

The first thing that Elianos had to do was try and stop the bleeding so he quickly asked for "a rag, cloth, anything!" and pressed them on the gashes. If there were too much for himself he would also have to ask someone else to "follow me." Seeing how deep it was Elianos could tell that it was intentional, probably from an attack of some kind. One of the reasons why he tried not to use any weapons when the time comes to get a brand new body. He will ask Julian if the doctor has "any ideas?" before suggesting that "I can do this without any problems for now but we are going to need the kits to treat it any further. You should know best what we would need" asking the doctor to work on his experience to bring what is required.

While waiting for Julian, Elianos would try to see beyond the mess of blood to confirm where the most severe wounds were. Up or down, he would call on any other onlookers to "hold that high." High enough above the heart so that the pressure would prevent it from pumping out anymore blood while the nuit doctor continued to press down on the wounds that the man had. That man did not look familiar to him one bit either eventhough Elianos has been spending the days observing the expedition group but then the camp was big. There should be a lot more other people that he is not aware of yet as well.

OOCDon't know what sort of wounds or how bad it is yet so I just did the very initial and basic steps. Hope you don't mind asking Julian to identify anything else that might be there